Other Way. Poem by blake graves

Other Way.



I don't want to.
But I will.
I always do.
I'll turn and look the other way.
Wish I could just sit and stare.
Maybe even speak a bit.
But i fear the cold harsh breath of rejection.
So I turn and look the other way.

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